IPOMOEA
confess my love
W
e will do what we can.”What does that even mean? Ipomoea, for the first time in his young life, wanted to scream his frustration out loud. Never before had he felt so helpless, so unsure of where to go—and that was saying something for the young stallion. His life so far had been filled to the brim with uncertainty, but he had always chosen to look at it as one big adventure.
This however, did not feel like an adventure. His usual optimism refused to shine, his smile hidden beneath a layer of doubt.
His eyebrows furrowed, cerise eyes looking at Somnus with a strange mixture of insecurity and dependence.
A pause followed, filled with heartbeat after heartbeat. Is this what it felt like to grow old?
“We will do what we must,” he agreed reluctantly. He knew not what their next step would be... but he trusted the dunalino, and he trusted in their patron god, despite the outcomes of the meeting.
His eyes followed Somnus’, unaware of the slight frown he wore as the guard spoke. He wracked his brain, trying to match the name to a face, struggling to make the puzzle pieces fit. Pavetta... He shook his head slightly at himself. Po was usually so good with names, but his mind felt like such a mess.
Perhaps revisiting their topic at a later time would be for the best; give the appaloosa time to collect his own haphazard thoughts.
He made sure to twist his lips back into a smile just in time for the striped woman’s entrance. Somnus spoke with such warmness, it was obvious he had met her before; it was reassuring for Po.
“Pavetta,” the syllables rolled loosely off of his tongue as he inclined his head respectfully in greeting. “What brings you here today?”
Hopefully it was some good news… Ipomoea could use a pick me up.
@Ipomoea | "speaks" | notes: text
